“Hope you enjoy it! See ya next time!” You chirp, your forced smile and cheeriness falling as you watch the customer retreat, head dropping to your arms the second you hear the door chime signal. You don’t know how you’ve held it together through that whole interaction, Van’s chin on your shoulder and arms wrapped around your waist.

Slowly she eases out, not fully but just enough that you suck a shaky breath out at the feel of her cock dragging against your inner walls, clenching and fluttering around the hard silicone as if you’re trying to keep her in.

You should have known something like this would happen the minute she looked at you with that… face. Pure mischief, like she was up to no good from the get go. You haven’t known Van for that long, just short of six months of casual sex but you know her fucking face. The glint in her eyes, the curve of her lips, sway of her hips as she sweet talks you into a bad idea.

Burying her strap inside you behind the counter of While you Were Streaming? Bad idea, very bad idea — cause while said counter is tall enough to cover the two of you from the abdomen down, it would be over the second a customer asked for help finding something or questioned why Van seemed to be glued to your back.

Behind you a hand presses softly to your spine where you’re half-bent over, hiding your face in your dropped elbows, her lips pressing softly to your back as her cock slowly eases back inside you. You whine softly and Van’s familiar, teasing laugh can be heard. “I can barely move, you’re sucking me in so tight. Don’t tell me you’re enjoying this?” Your skin heats at Van’s teasing but she knows you enjoy it.

She’s had months to learn your tells, to figure out where the line draws. She was observant anyway but it just felt so natural for her to recall the smallest details of you. From how you took your teas versus your coffees, the hoodie you’d throw on whenever you were feeling anxious and just wanted comfort to how you’d always chase after the tip of her strap slightly when she’d ease all the way out, ass following needily like you weren’t even aware how much you needed your hole filled but on an instinctual level you did. Or how she knew you were going to squirt if the heels of your feet dug into her back or you had big, fat tears in your eyes from overstimulation.

You shake slightly until she’s fully sheathed inside you again, tip gently nudging your cervix and pulling back out again at that unbearable, slow pace with just enough force to feel something but at the same time, not enough to get off.

Cockwarming her strap during open hours was a terrible idea, if only because — ignoring the fact that it was only a matter of time before, again, they were caught — it gave Van free reign to tease you like she has done for the last hour or so.

Worse, you and Van weren’t exactly subtle and almost everyone in this fuck-knows-where town knows the two of you have been fucking like rabbits ever since you started working with her so no one batted an eye to her clung like a koala behind you.

“Surely you’re bored of this by now?” You ask, lip drawn between your teeth as you feel your body flush with heat. She just hooks her chin over your shoulder as you stand as straight as you can and gives you that fucking grin. “C’mon, you’re getting nothing from this, other than watching me try and act normal whenever a customer comes in”

Truthfully, the lack of business is the only saving grace. You’re sure that’s the only reason she’s suggested having your skirt lifted, thighs parted and cunt filled while you work the register. At least then, if a customer did need help you’d be able to slip away easier than she would with her strap visible above her jeans, hidden by the tall counter. But business hasn’t picked up, even with the retro vibes and normally that would be a cause for concern to Van. Today? A blessing, even if she loves the way you falter when the odd customer has traipsed inside.

“Nothing, huh? I’m inside my favourite thing in the whole wide world” The redhead croons, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as she accentuates the last sentence with thrusts of her hips. A breath falls from your lips and you feel the pleasure building again, a small whimper sounding as her fingers dig into your hips. “I’m getting paid to fill this pretty little pussy up, getting to watch as you try not to whine at the lightest touch, trying to move but you’re gripping me so tight it’s like you won’t let me go. I’m having the time of my life”

You can hear the slick sounds of her cock driving in and out of your pussy, feel the arousal dripping from your hole down your thighs with every thrust and it makes you breathless how quick she’s changed her pace, brutal as she pounds into you.

She’s not wrong though, your pussy is gripping the silicone of Van’s strap like you wanna suck her inside. A litany of soft moans fall from your lips as she forces the cock to move, hitting that gummy spot deep in you that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll, the tidal wave of pleasure building and threatening to send you over the edge.

“I—I’m close, just… T-There, yes” Your begging makes Van grin, lips attaching to the skin at your neck as she kisses down your shoulder above your shirt. “You wanna cum on my cock?” Van’s words are muffled against you, murmuring low as she feels you shake and whine beneath her.

You nod, ass pressing back in time with the redheads thrusts. “Fuck,” she curses, biting her lip as she looks at you fucked out beneath her. “God what I’d do to fill you up with cum right now, looking like such a pretty slut on my cock, so whiny.”

Malfunctioning at her words, half-stuttering in movement, half gushing around the silicone shaft at the thought of Van knocking you up. She feels your reaction, brushing your hair behind your ear as her lips brush against it again teasingly. “Oh you like that, huh? Want me to breed this pussy until you're full of me? Dirty little slut wants to feel me dripping out of her needy little hole, huh?”

“F-Fuck, yes, please” You’re so close, you can feel your inevitable orgasm beginning to rise, better yet you can feel Van starting to lose her composure as she slams her hips into the soft flesh of your ass and fucking into you deeply.

“Please… what…” Her words are huffed out between labored breaths but she’s still going to make you work for it.

“P-Please… Let me c-cum!” 

Van smirks down at you, shaking her head mockingly. “That’s not what you were begging me for.” She grinds out, hips slamming into you as the sordid sounds of her pounding into your soaking wet hole fill the shop. “Tell me what you want”

“F-Fuck you,” you hiss shakily, whining as you feel her deep inside. You know she’s cruel enough to follow through, leave you aching for the rest of the day so you grit your own teeth and answer. “Fine, fine. Please just.. Fill me up, knock me up, for fuck sake, b-breed me un-until a baby sticks, I don’t care how... y-you want me to say it, just… Fucking hell”

The redhead laughs darkly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before she ramps up her thrusts and continues strumming her thumb against your clit, making sweet coaxing noises and uttering sweet words as you finally fall apart on her cock.

When you finally go still, thighs no longer shaking, face pressed against the counter and forehead sweaty as you chase your breath the older woman finally pulls the silicone from your cunt. Blue eyes watch as your hole, dripping with your release, flutters and clenches around nothing as it mourns the loss of her.

You hear the loud clattering of her strap and harness falling to the floor behind you but it sounds muffled and dull in your ears as exhaustion hits. Faintly you’re aware of the redhead moving towards the front of the shop, gone for what feels like a fleeting second or maybe it was more but the next she’s back behind you and guiding you on your shaky legs to the back room so you can lay on the couch.

“Bu— the shop?” You ask, words slurring as fatigue takes over.

Van shrugs, sitting on the couch and pulling you down so your head is lay on her lap, her hand coming up to stroke your face gently. “Closed up.” she says simply, “Cashier seemed like she needed to leave early”

A tired scoff, rolling your eyes as you lean into her touch. “Could’a survived n’hour”

“Nah, you couldn’t. Besides, you’re gonna need all the rest you can get”

Your brow furrows, “Wha’... why?”

The other woman plays with your hair for a moment, letting you be lulled closer to sleep before answering.

“Because we’re gonna have to talk when you wake up about this whole casual thing we’ve got going on, cause I don't talk about knocking up people I’m seeing casually and mean it”